Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Through Glass - Attilio Novellino

Through Glass

Attilio Novellino

Valeot Records.

SCQ Rating: 76%

“In the headspace of
earphone listenings, the sounds not only circulate around the listener, they
literally seem to emanate from points in the cranium itself, as if the
archetypes of the unconscious were in conversation… When sound is conducted
directly through the skull of the headphone listener, he is no longer regarding
events on the acoustic horizon; no longer is he surrounded by a sphere of moving
elements. He is the sphere. He is the universe.” ~ Murray Schafer

The above quotation,
which adorns the inside sleeve of Attilio Novellino’s second LP, adequately
responds to a quandary I stumbled upon earlier this month (upon the release of
another admirable Valeot Records release) when I sought to define the term ambient
by alternately admitting that the genre has proven pretty much indefinable. While the mention of “earphone listenings” doesn’t suggest ambient
music per se, Schafer does enlist the immersive condition that few other genres
offer so instinctively, and although it could read as self-congratulatory for
Novellino to let the quote reference his own studio experiments, Through Glass
examines a truly apt spectrum of noise and ambient trespasses.

Of a similar tone,
if not design, to the recent work of Tim Hecker, Through Glass buries latent
harmonies in walls of white noise and sound manipulation. In fact, the bass
line driving “Ex Butterfly” calls to mind An Imaginary Country’s “Sea Of
Pulses” to a tee. Otherwise Novellino embarks on his own sea change with a liquid
progression that grows complicated over layers, or even full tracks, at a time.
(Even “Ex Butterfly” transitions gradually through a tonal plateau called “Her
Red Shoes”, and into the crystalline, toy-box lullaby “After You’ve Had A
Life”.) Although the record’s elements occasionally come off as saturated, it’s
more often an empowering infiltration of sound than a confrontation, with
Novellino’s interference sometimes working as a sort of percolating percussion (“Through
Glass”) or still-life blur likened to a shoe-gaze effect (“Yosemite’s Night
Sky”).

Novellino’s
particular style begs for contradiction – abrasive but never grating, intense
yet somehow soothing – by making noise a therapeutic invitation for the
introverted. And while Mr. Schafer might consider my spellbound listening a
contributor to his theory on headphone-caused transcendence, I reckon that
Through Glass handily fashions its stormy universe without my subconscious
input. Here’s to a provocative new talent from a label that continues to push
boundaries.